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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.16 – Waiting for the Light.

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... I know who cares about me and when it does it is extremely sweet. "And try to stay" ... the photo rests on the dashboard while I try in every way not to move me looking at her. It is not now feel the spirit of Christmas but at least I spent a pleasant afternoon ... except for elves.


CAP.16 - Waiting for the Light.

The gallery is full of people, Gerard says they are all friends, and emphasizes the importance of some.
Before tonight we had not spoken since that day, even during the ride to come so far, nothing, just a quick look before you get in the car as a mutual exchange of opinions' ok, I like you '...' too '.
We came together as it was right he was.
Gerard is elegant, dressed all in black ... pants, jacket, shirt. It is beautiful and breathtaking, nonl'ho never denied. I chose this dress black, I get very soft at the knees ... not that is a sexy girl, indeed, but, but the only one who gives me a decent shape and the neckline is not too exaggerated ... it does not matter, so my red shoe does not take it off not even dead, I feel naked without . I did not want to go to the hairdresser, among other things, so I have my hair tied back in a tail up and I feel even more comfortable. I've never had very good care of me and my body ... and not because my main hobby was get high, yes, I speak to the past-but simply because the externality is not a vital thing for me, indeed, I will be biased but I reckon only a shallow, not so much a man as one hundred per cent in women.
He introduced me to everyone as his 'discovery' and is not something that I like it a lot actually, but this is the last of my thoughts now while I'm sifting through every person in this room, which is not great but from a feeling scattered ... I could not even see it sometimes. Should already come with Jamia. Yes, I am ready to face this frontal assault on the heart.
We welcome all guests, canapes and polite. You probably will have noticed that I do not care anything if someone will buy my paintings or not. I try to distract me a moment to think of others, such as that in a bit 'last will know Alicia. I view several times, but only in pictures ... Mikey has the room piena.è a really cute girl in my humble opinion, bad curiosity grips me, I know it, see it up close. Shortly before we arrived Mikey Gerard called saying that he had just arrived and they would finish placing the bags and then get ... but I think they had other things to do.
"What are you thinking?" Can make me almost blow up, and wow ... I spoke to her. "Um ... you have a gun in the house Gerard?" Performs in a nice and almost sincere laugh, "What, hail'incubo that can kill you?" In practice. Keep laughing and I do not deny that imitates ... willingly if begins to 'see' even my dreams is the end! "We drink something?" Groped to ask him to change the subject stupid ... but at least it served to 'break the ice' again ... and after every time we go back to square one, but this time is different, fuck if it is. I can not look into his eyes, but he does not have any kind of problem ... I wish I had her coldness. "Water?" I asked "Yes" ... "Ok, though it should drink ... your paintings are almost all sold." Sold, I know, but I can not get excited, and I would damn much. The smart people, the buffet, the environment is not for all ... me. Sure, it's a pleasure to see that there is someone who brightens the night of fancy, rich people, but their style with that 'new age', almost non-conformist who truly fascinates me ... and I find comfort in watching a pair of scruffy jeans rather than a full Dolce and Gabbana, although it is the only piece of Italy that there is within thousands of miles.
I smile and go back to my thoughts, I who I want to keep a posting this evening. Yes, posting from him and everything else connected to him. "We're thinking about it?" Burst into my thoughts once again dissolving. It strikes me with its tone, serious and almost embarrassed, but an accomplice 'Something' to which we were obviously thinking both at the same time, though my intentions were the opposite. "What?" ... I try to be as neutral as possible, but my voice trembles when chin. "You know what I'm talking" about the plan, the people around the buffet could feel ... that situation. ... I do not want to talk about ... "I put down the now empty glass, I want to go a bit '. I take the bag, "Where the hell I put ..." and found the cigarettes I boot I see Mikey that two exchanged words with her brother comes over to me. Another blow to life, he's beautiful, much more than brother in my opinion and also he does not like bright colors or flashy anyway. "Hello, Mikey!" Next to him, there she is, Alicia. "Hello Elo ... she is ..." he nods to his girl, "Alicia, I know. Hello is a pleasure to "shake her hand. As beautiful as I imagined but his gaze I propina any good and I feel the feelings 'skin' are decidedly negative ... and it is almost essential for me, so I think right now the relationship with her will be zero ... even if are open to change his mind and even happier if this happens the better. Then he and Mikey ... and I imagine the perfect girl for him ... and very Alicia is not, at least from my point of view and at least for the moment. "Thanks for coming ... I was afraid you arrived no more" fixed Mikey in the eye and not even because-you-capsicum blushes almost immediately. "We could not miss, Mikey told me you're good aunt," there she told me that he spoke to me exclusively as an artist ... I understand you know? But I care little. "Enjoy the evening," I take my pack of cigarettes and go outside. As I suspected Gerard has already preceded me. It is leaning against the railing of the courtyard, vacuums already deep puffs from his cigarette and staring into the sky. Wavered from his view, but you put next to him is almost the effect of a magnet, although my gestures tentennino always when it comes to him. Fixed the driveway waiting to turn the corner instill see two lighthouses, off compared to what my angel shows. Where are you Frank? I need to see you, even if you're with her, I do not care ... I want a second look in his eyes ... I miss you sometimes stops breathing. Unfortunately
Gerard is a master of interrupting my thoughts, but now has become a monotonous story ... and also becomes annoying when he does talk with decidedly out of place. "Do you ever think of me?" He pulls out a half-smile, "In that sense I'm sorry?" Pulls a drag on his cigarette hasty "by you know ..." ... "No, I did not understand" Gerard ... I worry that this question means ...? "Do you ever think of having sex with me?" Oh God, if I were not so damn serious rice would taste giving you a pat on the shoulder ... "but ... but what questions are they?" And chutzpah! I think I blushed to the tips of the hair and if I do not understand because of embarrassment or anger "Answer ..." I think I have smoked at least half of the cigarette that I just turned in a single puff. I think my vocal cords are going to shrink nearly to disappear when I reply "Y-you think about it. But ... "I interrupted," Okay "still has that air of one who seriously is facing a national security issue "... it was just out of curiosity." Liar. Betrays a smile while his cigarette ends "You're an asshole Gerard." Keep smiling. I would like to beat to a pulp as I look smug and perhaps I would do if these two lights we had not been reached at this very moment. He arrived.